Events seemed to make no dent in his perfect indifference. His life’s disasters seemed not to scar his mind at all. When, eventually, he was confronted with the truth about his wife’s infidelity (he found them screwing in the bath) he couldn’t bring himself to be hurt or humiliated. “These things happen,” he said to himself, backing out of the bathroom to let them finish what they’d started. “Que sera, sera.”
